Spider-Son One-Shots

Ukulele and Music

           Peter sat on top of the building, looking out into the beautiful sunset. He sighed and repositioned his ukulele on his lap. He started strumming softly. He took a deep breath and started singing.

            "There gone clean up your looks with all the lies in the book to make a citizen out of you. Because they sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you, son, so they can watch all the things you do."

              Peter smiled as the sun set lower and lower. He thought off all the things he's gone through and no one gave a shit. He's bleed, he's cried, he's screamed. It seemed like no one ever heard. Peter felt his mood getting worse and decided to switch the song. He started playing a song o his phone so he could strum and sing along with it. He played a soft and light tune.

             "When I'm away from you... I'm happier than ever... wish I could explain it better... wish it wasn't true..."

               He continues to sing as the sun set lower and lower and finally, just as the sun was about to disappear from view he started to strum faster and harder.

                "You call me again, drunk in your Benz, driving out under the influence. You scared me to death but I'm eating my breath, cause you only listen to your fucking friends!"

                  Peter's impulsivity won over and he threw the ukulele off the building, watching as it tumbled to the ground. He turned the music up all the won and stood up. He yanked his mask off. The whole time the music continued to play. He started to scream along with it.

               "Cause I'd never treat me this shitty! YOU MADE ME HATE THIS CITY!!!" He screamed while tears streamed down his cheeks. Everyone he loved was dead or left him. He danced along the rooftop, getting dangerously close to the die but not even caring.

                "AND I DON'T TALK SHIT ABOUT YOU ON THE INTERNET! Never told ANYONE anything bad cause that shits embarrassed, you were my everything and all that you did was make me fucking sad!!!"

                 He got close to the edge agin but this time he didn't back away. He screamed into the darkness of night, sobbing with the music in the background.

                "SO DON'T WASTE THE TIME I DON'T HAVE!!! And DON'T try to make me feel bad!! I COULD TALK ABOUT EVERYTIME THAT YOU SHOWED UP IN TIME BUT ID HAVE AN EMPTY LINE CAUSE YOU NEVER DID!!!"

                   Peter was in pain, searing pain. He sobbed and screamed, each time leaning closer to the edge but not falling yet.

                  "NEVER PAID ANY MIND TO MY MOTHER OR FRIENDS SO I SHUT THEM ALL OUT CAUSE I WAS A STUPID KID!!!"

                Peter's knees went weak but he managed to stay standing. The anger was gone and so was the pain, all that was left was empty.

            Peter took another step closer.

            You ruined everything good...

                         Another step.

   Always said you were misunderstood...

Another step, now he was at the edge. He felt himself teetering, any minute now he would fall.

        Made all my moments your own...

He breathed one last time and took in the sight of New York for the final time.

          "I'll see you guys soon..." he whispered into the night.

He took another step and suddenly all he could feel was the wind blowing on either side of him. The lights of New York streamed beside him and he felt pressure building up in his body. He closed his eyes and smiled...

The next day this headline was posted everywhere:

Spider-Man, found dead in front of a building in Queens. Suicide or murder?

        

             Just fucking leave me alone...